Saturday, October 28, 2006
My head is throbbing from the words and numbers,
swimming in my thoughts,
blurring my vision, clouding my judgement.
The air smells like stale cigarettes,
The kind of stench you can taste on your tongue.
Losing my sense of control,
and can't remember past the night before,
but etched in my mind is one thing.
REVENGE- a dish best served chilled.
But the more think I think, the more I see,
the more I see, the more I realise.
I'd take away your will to live in an instant,
with no remorse, regret nor second thoughts,
but how will I look at myself in the mirror
every single day,
And see that I've become you.
Become the unworthy, despicable vermin you are.
Would it be worth it?
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